A/N: Thank you so much for your patience guys! I hope this doesn't disappoint!
This story has quite a long way to go before I can even think of ending it, sorry guys! You're going to have to put up with me for a while longer!

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Chapter 15 – Little Triumph

Eleven days had passed since the breakout and despite his best efforts, Joker hadn't been able to track down or verify where his son was or had been. They had disappeared off the face of the earth and it was driving Joker beyond desperation and it pushed him further into madness. They'd had leads all over the country and after Harley's first few days of depression, she had manage to try and help with Joker's tracing. But she also had her own methods and when she felt well enough to leave the club, she did her own interrogating.

Once they had confirmation that the baby had finally been moved back to Belle Reve, Harley was ready and boiling for blood. She wanted Waller dead, she wanted to beat her over the head with her bat and she wanted to watch the life drain out of Waller's face. She had never hated anyone so much as she hated Waller right now. So as she played with her Good Night bat and rolled the handle in her hands, she felt herself becoming tense and angry.

She was wearing black and red leather pants with 4 red leather diamond patches on the hip, knee high black boots with a chunky belt with puddin across it. She was wearing a white ripped vest top with the words Wild Card emblazoned in red writing and then a leather jacket over the top that was reverse colours to her pants. Her gun holsters were over her shoulders and her Love/Hate gun placed firmly inside, one of the Joker's least favoured guns in the other. It just wasn't as pretty, but she didn't care about pretty. Not right now at least.

Joker was wearing his purple trench coat, black pants and heavy leather boots. He had his most expensive chains around his neck and for once, he had his ring on his finger. He fished hers from his pocket and Harley eagerly slid it onto her finger and she wondered how he'd gotten hold of it, but she assumed Frost had managed to get into storage. He'd been busy in Arkham and she had no idea why, but she wanted to thank him.

"We get in, find the baby, get out," Joker told her.

"There are people that can help us in here, puddin'," Harley replied. "People that would be useful to have on the payroll."

"I am not letting Deadshot and the rest of your ridiculous team risk this operation," Joker said flatly, trying not to get angry.

"Deadshot would be able to fire a bullet into Waller's brain from any vantage point," Harley pointed out. "He'd be useful whenever Maroni or Falcone got uppity. Boomerang is a douche, but he's good muscle and when he wants to he's quite smart. KC is the ultimate muscle, we've dealt with him before and he's easy to keep happy too. Diablo isn't… he would've been really useful."

"What's your point with all of this?"

"They're all useful, they can all be called on for favours," Harley shrugged. "They're gonna owe us big time if we spring 'em from this shit hole."

"Why do I have the feeling you're going to release them whether I want you to or not?" Joker sighed.

"Cos you know me," Harley chuckled. He looked at her and held her gaze for a minute, his cold blue green eyes drilled into her soul and he gave one nod. She smiled and leaned across the van to kiss him, but he moved away and she sat back in her seat with a sad wince. He was always good at reminding her who was in charge and who had the upper hand and over the last two weeks, he'd been enforcing his dominance without touching her. She'd rather take the beatings than not have him touch her.

Finally they stopped and Frost opened the back doors. He handed both of them a phone each and Joker pulled Harley's arm so she'd follow him. They'd used this route to the prison before, he knew the security here hadn't upgraded, it was inside that would be the issue. He and Harley crossed the swamp easily, as if they'd been doing every day of their lives and eventually they were inside the perimeter wall and had shuffled down a ventilation shaft.

"I'm getting too old for this," Joker hissed.

"My ass is getting too big for this," Harley mumbled.

"Maybe don't dress your ass in the leather then?" he sighed and shook his head.

"Do you know where you're going?" Harley frowned.

"Whilst you've been sulking and throwing strops, I have actually been trying to decipher the blue prints of this place," Joker said angrily. "Stop doubting me, Harley, or do you want another acid bath?"

"Sorry, Mistah J," Harley said apologetically. He let out a growl and she shivered. She'd always been good at pressing buttons, but she really didn't want to annoy him too much now. After a few more minutes of silent crawling, Joker finally decided they were in the right place and he pulled open a grate. Below there were two armed guards at opposite ends of the room and apparently no one had noticed anything odd going on as the cameras switched on and off thanks to Frost who was out in the van still. Joker dropped a can of smoke and he jumped down from the grate, followed by Harley and they proceeded to batter the guards unconscious. Harley moved quickly through the room and headed towards the block where Deadshot would be, if she had him on side, Boomer and KC would follow without question.

Joker rolled his eyes and felt his blood boil, he didn't like the idea of Deadshot becoming an ally, the guy was too smooth, too much of a player and Harley was too much of an airhead to realise. He walked through the prison like he owned it and let a few choice crazies out to distract guards and prison officers. Alarms started to ring not too long afterwards and he brandished his razor from his pocket. By the time he'd cleared the room, there was a lot of blood and new smiles on every guard. At least his bloodlust was being quenched.

Harley moved like a shadow through the prison and she managed to hide from the guards when they rushed to the alarm. She found Deadshot's cell unguarded and she slipped a couple of pins from her hair and started to pick his lock.

"Who the hell-"

"Shut it, Floyd," Harley hissed. "You wanna get both our heads, blown off?"

"Harley?" Deadshot asked.

"Who else would be dragging your sorry ass outta here," Harley mumbled. "Look, Shot, I need your help."

"What is it, dollface?"

"My baby."

"Your baby?"

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Rick Flag was watching the cameras as Joker and Harley got through the prison. He was going to be slaughtered for this, but he unlocked Croc and Boomerang's doors as Harley got there. He just couldn't take this anymore. Waller had gone too far, she'd kidnapped a baby and moved it across the country several times to keep its parents from tracking him down. The child had been here two days and he was glad that Harley and Joker were finally on the trail, but they had to be faster. If Waller was alerted, that baby would be on a helicopter to Florida before they even knew where he was.

Joker had turned several blocks into an absolute bloodbath. Dead guards, officers and a few dead prisoners had been a release for the clown that Rick had never thought he'd witness. It would be a matter of minutes before they all converged on this room and he knew he needed to get June out of there.

"You need to go and hide," Flag told her.

"I'm not hiding from them," June hissed.

"No, you don't understand," Flag replied. "They'll come through here like a whirlwind. They've got KC, Deadshot and Boomerang, June, please, go and hide. They only want the baby, but I wouldn't doubt Joker would take a shot anyway. I've gotta cover my ass and take a few teams down to contain the prison, I'm letting them take the baby, but I'm not gonna lose you or my job."

"Rick-"

"Flag! What the hell is going on down there?" Waller yelled as she walked into the security room.

"We've got a breach," Flag said. "We're not sure who, but they're letting out prisoners and moving through the prison at speed. They've taken out 20 guards already, I don't know if I want to take the risk and put any more people down there."

"Have they let out any of-"

"Deadshot and Boomer at the moment, I'm assuming they're heading to KC," Flag said. Please be there already, Harley, he thought desperately.

"Take C team and get down there, we can't let them get Croc," Amanda barked. "They've got someone outside running the cameras. How the hell…"

"June, take the baby and hide in one of the bunkers," Flag ordered and June nodded. She lifted the carrier where the baby was and he immediately started to scream, something he hadn't stopped doing since the day he was born. June touched his hand and started to wander down the corridors. The noise of a baby crying would no doubt be a beacon to Harley and Joker, hopefully it would lead them straight too her and they'd be able to take the child and get out before Waller got nasty.

"Hush, little one," June whispered. "Mommy's here, but she needs you to work with me."

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Harley, Deadshot, KC and Boomerang ran through the prison, taking out guards and cameras. There was blood splattered over Harley's face, her eyes big and dark from how good it all felt and sweat beaded over her skin. Maybe leather hadn't been such a great choice.

"So, let me get this straight, Darlin'," Boomerang said as they ran. "Waller's got a kid that you apparently gave birth to?"

"Yep."

"And it's supposedly his royal Clown-asses kid?"

"Boomer, I really suggest you don't talk to him like that," Harley hissed. "But yes, she stole my baby boy. He was only half an hour old."

"I can't imagine you fat," Boomer commented.

"Yo, Boomer, come on," Deadshot huffed.

"Were ya rockin' Arkham with those tiny shorts too?" Boomerang grinned.

"Australia called, there's a village missing its idiot and they're sending the plane for ya. If you carry on, you'll end up with Mistah J's razor in ya neck, so shut it," Harley yelled, her accent thick and her mind whirling with all the ways she could kill Boomerang right now. Deadshot smirked and he shoved the Australian quickly. They ran round a corner and Harley ran straight into Joker, he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. Deadshot felt awkward, like he'd just walked in on an extremely private moment. After a minute, Joker broke the kiss and took a couple of deep breaths.

"Red suits you, honey," he growled and wiped a spot of blood from her cheek. Harley grinned and bit her lip. Violence worked them both up into a frenzy and her heart beat faster as his ruffled and slightly blood spattered appearance set her blood on fire. At any other raid, there would've been a good chance of him putting her against the wall, but not today.

"Puddin', this is Deadshot, Boomerang and KC," Harley stammered, not looking away from her clown.

"Eh… pleased to meet you, J," Deadshot said and extended his hand.

"I don't shake hands," Joker replied and glared at the hand that was held his way.

"Whatever," Deadshot shrugged.

"I'd like to… thank you for not shooting Harley when you had the chance," Joker said slowly, his arm still around Harley, holding her possessively against him.

"No trouble," Floyd said shortly.

"No, there won't be, will there?" Joker snorted.

"What's your problem, man?" Deadshot asked. "I saved your girl from the psycho bitch and you think I'm gonna be the problem?"

"Deadshot!" Harley hissed and shook her head.

"No, Harls, let the man speak, it's giving me so many ideas of how to kill him," Joker smirked and he moved closer to Deadshot, leaving Harley behind. "You even look her way with the wrong light in your eyes and you will be dead before you form a thought."

"Puddin'-"

"Aw hell no," Deadshot sneered. "You don't get to talk to me like one of your goons, kay? Chuckles? I saved your girl, you've let me free, I'm callin' it quits."

"It doesn't work like that," Joker laughed. "You're gonna help me find my son and then if you're lucky I'll get you out. But if I do that, you're on a short leash."

"I don't take money from crazies," Deadshot snorted.

"I wasn't going to give you money," Joker smiled. "I was gonna give you your life."

"Boys, boys, boys," Harley said loudly and stepped in between them. She held a hand up to Deadshot and put her other on Joker's chest. "Can we find my baby please? J!" He glanced at her before looking back to assassin. He stretched the tendons in his neck with a snarl and turned to walk on.

"Floyd-"

"What kind of stupid ass name is Floyd?" Boomer laughed, which made everyone look at him for a few seconds before he held his hands up and walked after Joker.

"Floyd, you need to stay on his good side," Harley said to her friend.

"I ain't makin' friends with a guy like that, Harley," Floyd replied.

"You made friends with me and I'm not too different to Mistah J," Harley sighed before she went off after her husband.

"You like her," Croc rumbled.

"Shut up," Deadshot hissed.

They re-grouped and Harley walked beside J, her bat slung over her shoulders and his hand resting on her waist. She knew he wasn't interested in protecting her, she could do that well enough, he was feeling very possessive because of Deadshot. Apparently there wasn't much she could do to convince him that she wasn't going anywhere. They could hear guards running around and Joker held them back as a team ran down the corridor ahead. Someone was hanging behind and he was ready to fight as he flicked the blade of his razor again.

"Flag?" Harley asked and gripped her gun.

"Guys, you gotta hurry, Waller's gonna get him and go," Flag said urgently. "He's with June, but I tell you now, he doesn't stop crying."

"Where is he?" Joker snarled and pushed Flag against the wall. "I should kill you now for everything-"

"Upstairs, there's a bunker, it's the only green door, but you need to do it in the next few minutes, I can't hold her off forever," Flag explained.

"Where's Ninja?" Harley demanded.

"Japan, she had personal business to attend to."

"J, come on, we're wastin' time," Harley said flatly.

"You're coming with us, Soldier Boy, just in case your boss want's to intervene," Joker hissed. He pushed Flag off the wall and punched him in the gut. "I've waited a long time to do that."

Harley giggled as Joker headed off and Flag straightened up and walked beside Deadshot. The assassin shook his head and Flag just grimaced. They'd signed an invisible contract with the Devils best friend and had no idea of how to get out of it. Harley pranced beside him like there wasn't a problem, she looked like his cheerleader, his groupie. They'd all heard the rumours about her relationship with Joker, but none of them had seen it up close and it unnerved Deadshot.

They got up the stairs and Harley throttled two guards with her bat, Joker shot another two and they approached the bunker door. It slid open and June was on the other side, the baby in her arms. Harley dropped her bat and snatched the crying infant from June and tears immediately fell down her cheeks. She cuddled her baby against her and for the first time since he'd been taken, the child stopped crying.

"It's okay, momma's got ya," Harley whispered and she fell to her knees in relief. She bit her lip hard and held him tightly to her. "Oh my baby, I've got you, I've got you." She felt hands on her shoulders and she knew it was Joker. He didn't say anything, he didn't need to. June moved back into the bunker to give them some space and she smiled at Rick.

The piece of Harley that had been missing, slotted into place and she felt whole again. Her heart was beating so fast she felt like it would burst and she peered down at her baby. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see straight into her soul and he fixed the painful and raw wounds that his removal had left. She let a couple of tears roll down her face and she closed her eyes.

Joker watched Harley's reunion with their son and he just wanted to hold both of them as tightly as he could. But that would have to wait until much later. He wanted to cradle his son in his arms and let himself fall into that delusion of a normal life that he'd once allowed Harley to imagine. He kept his hands on Harley's shoulders and kept his eyes locked on the baby. His baby.

"I don't know if we've got time for this," Flag said quietly.

"Flag, get the boys their suits and weapons," Harley said quietly from her huddle. "They're gonna need everythin'."

"Harley-"

"Go!" Joker bellowed. Flag didn't think twice and took Deadshot, Boomer and KC down to the storage area. Joker looked over Harley's shoulder and she finally stood up and turned to face him with the baby in her arms. He cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears away with his thumbs. He looked at their son and winced. He was almost two weeks old now, he still looked small and almost underweight.

"It's okay, boy, when we get home, momma's got a years' worth of meals for you," Joker smiled and he touched his child's belly. He felt that same strong protective feeling as he had when the baby had just fallen into his hands, the pain that had rested in his heart for 11 days was released and he would move heaven and earth for this child once more. He looked into Harley's eyes and he knew that her maternal monster hadn't left, but it had renewed life now.

"Something's wrong, puddin'," Harley whispered. "There should be more guards, more guns."

"There's a lot of dead bodies, Harls," Joker replied.

"It still doesn't feel right," Harley said. "If she knows we've got Boomer, Deadshot and KC, why hasn't she blown up their heads?"

"She can't, Frost's got the signal jammed until the bombs can be removed," Joker explained. It didn't help Harley feel better at all.

"Take him down to Frost, if I'm not back within twenty minutes, go," Joker told her.

"No, I'm not-"

"Go, dammit!" Joker snarled. "I will not tell you twice. I'll be back, but I will not let you hang around whilst the whole place goes to shit. Go home." She turned to leave but he dragged her back and kissed her again. He watched as Harley and June disappeared down the corridor and he tugged at the lapel of his jacket. He turned and smoothed his hair back into place before he walked up towards where he knew Waller's office was.

He'd strode through the prison and killed anyone that got in his way. He was beyond caring or trying to make it funny now. He just wanted his boy back. It took a while, but he eventually got to the office that Waller had been using. He pulled open the door and saw the barrel of a gun pointing between his eyes.

"Joker."

"Waller."

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A/N: I wonder what on earth could be happening in the next chapter? Hehehe...

As I said, there's quite a lot yet to come, I hope you all stay with me and continue to enjoy it.

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